Most people I know tend to think of beach living as something glamorous - a get away from it all, carefree type of life. And I guess it can be if you have a wad of cash and no responsibilities.
I've no idea how I wound up at the Encenada Beach Resort in 1990. I mean, I know how I got there. I took a flight to Manila, then a bus to Batangas City and a ferry to Balatero Port on Mindoro, then a Jeepney to the resort.
I took this photo of what I believe to be a Grumman Goose in 1990 in Puerta Galera in the Philippines.
I passed these desert enclosures on the way back to camp one evening. Typically you wanted to be back in camp before sundown as sundown to darkness only took about 30 minutes. While the desert is deceiving during the day, it's doubly or more so at night.
In today's shot the four seismic vibrators are working their way, single file, along a bulldozed track and shaking the foothills of the escarpment.
Although this looks at first glance to be an aerial shot, I'm actually standing on the on terra firma for this shot of our vibs approaching the escarpment.